Hay un dicho
no se sabe lo que se tiene
hasta que se pierde
te vi llorar
vivistes la monotomia
y te escuchaba hablar
pero era el que te entendia
y me robo ese tesoro de duende
y ahora comprendo era valor
que no se tapan los
defectos con pretestos
si a cambio siento rencor
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